Much Of Your Pain Is The Bitter

Your Soul Is Oftentimes A Battlefield, Upon Your Reason And Your Judgment Wage War Against Your Passion And Your Appetite.

And Your Fragrance Shall Be My Breath, And Together We Shall Rejoice Through All The Seasons.

Wisdom Stands At The Turn In The Road And Calls Upon Us Publicly, But We Consider It False And Despise Its Adherents.

...unless The Exchange Be In Love And Kindly Justice, It Will But Lead Some To Greed And Others To Hunger.

How Beautiful To Find A Heart That Loves You, Without Asking You For Anything, But To Be Okay.